(OOC:) Double - Trouble between Life and Death
Hello friends,
this entry is for everyone who wants get a clear picture of the OOC Saralegui/Taralegui´s personality.
These information shown here are for OOC usage ONLY!!!
I will put the backgroundstory and other important information under an LJ-cut to save space.
*wave*
terra
Profil:
Age: ca. 600 years old (body of an eighteen year old guy)
Race: full demon
Gender: male
Powers: mind manipulation (that power he/they will only use for his/their work) and realistic illusions (in the head of the victims, alternatively he/they show the victims what they want to see in front of them, meaning the victim doesn´t see Saralegui but the person they desire)
Special skill: Sword dance, play the flute to calm people down, skilled in swordplay
Issus: against boredom
Background Story:
A long time ago there was a kingdom with the name Shimaron. It was blessed by the Gods and Goddesses alike. The rulers were descendants of an old demon bloodline and powerful in their doing.
At one time it happened that the current Queen Samarela gave birth to a pair of male twins. It was prophesied that those two boys would play a great role in Shimaron´s future. The small royal family were happy about their new family members and the kingdom had prepared a week long celebration to welcome the new heirs of the throne of Shimaron.
Nobody could have foreseen that a great tragedy would be occur at the first night of the twins´ life as they lay there together in their shared cradle. As fate willed Taralegui didn't live through his first night in the new world outside of their mother´s womb.
The royal nanny awoke because of the endless and desperate crying of one of the twins. She walked up to the nice carved cradle and found one of the boys wide awake while the other one laid still, too still. She checked up on the second boy and found that the boy was dead. The King and Queen were informed immediately and they hurried to their sons´ side.
Saralegui, the older one of the twins, was crying and nothing could calm him down. The healer shook his head and informed the royal couple that nothing could be done to save Taralegui.
Queen Samarela was out of her mind as she cried over her death son´s body, which she held in her arms. Her husband was to shocked to do anything more then to stand there with one hand on his wife's shoulder.
The room was silent except for the crying of Saralegui and his mother.
Then the high priestess of the goddess of life and death walked into the room. She was an old woman with many centuries on her shoulders. She also was the priestess who had predict the birth of these two boys a long time ago. Ulrike touched Saralegui´s cheek and the boy calmed down instantaneous as he felt her power flowing through his body. Intelligent and beautiful purple eyes looked up to the wise woman, a small smile played around the baby´s lips.
„My Queen, Taralegui´s life isn´t lost yet. As the divination says, those two children will be the future of our kingdom and the bringer of an new area. They are an item which can´t be separated no matter what happens."
Queen Samarela pressed the dead body of Taralegui to her breasts. „What are you saying? That my son can be saved? What should we do?"
The priestess looked down at the lifeless body of the younger twin. She saw with her wise eyes an extremely strong bond which was linked to the still living twin-brother. That bond was the reason why Taralegui´s soul was still there with the hope to save the newborn baby.
„His soul is still here, chained to his brother life force. Even if the body is lost for us to use as a vessel, we have still Saralegui´s body for that. He is strong enough to contain two souls."
The Queen and her husband were shocked as they heard Ulrike´s suggestion. „What are you talking about?! How can you suggest something like that? It´s unheard of any person, where someone tried to merge two souls together, that they lived through that ordeal." The king nearly shouted, he didn´t want to lose his second son too because of a crazy idea of that old woman.
Ulrike, the high priestess of the goddess Samana, who stood for Life and Death alike, looked calmly in the King´s eyes. „The goddess herself has blessed these boys and they need to live. Both!" She turned around to look at the Queen. „But you´re right there is a catch to that suggestion of mine. We will need a sacrifice to transfer the soul into Saralegui´s body and bind it there without destroying the other twins soul and sanity. They need to become one."
Awkward silent followed to that announcement until the queen spoke up. „I will do it, take me as a sacrifice."
The priestess had foreseen that answer too and nodded to the strong woman in front of her. After that everything was only a blur of hurry and preparations.
After the night was over the kingdom had a new heir to welcome and at the same time a death to mourn for. The death of a Queen named Samarela.
Now many centuries later that tragic story was only a part in the history books of New Shimaron.
A young man leaned back in a casual sprawl, one arm across the bunch of cushions, legs wide and feet flexed loosely downward. He was bored as he pretended to listen with a sweet smile on his lips to the words of their new suitor. Inwardly he had a heated discussion with the other occupant of his body.
"Taralegui! It´s my time to be in charge of our body!! How often should I tell you not to use my meditation time to switch our positions??" Saralegui said irritated. "Awww, I love it if you are so feisty my dear brother! But don´t worry, I won´t do anything which could damage our lovely reputation. And we don´t want that priestess to find out that we can actually switch our positions at will, do we?" And so it went on.
The demon ruler, who was one person with two souls had two faces to show the world. One was a friendly and caring personality. The second one was naughty, sly, easily bored and sometimes even a bit cruel.
Every 200 years there was a ceremony where they would switch their places, then one of them would be officially in charge of the throne and their shared body and the name of the current ruling twin would be called out. The other soul would work as an inwardly adviser and aide. At the moment it was Saralegui´s time to rule over their country, which didn´t prevent his twin from doing some mischief if he got the chance to do it.
The people of their country loved both individuals in their king´s body. Even though both were like day and night or rather like death and life. Needlessly to say that for a foreigner the surprisingly young looking king seemed to be schizophrenically.
this entry is for everyone who wants get a clear picture of the OOC Saralegui/Taralegui´s personality.
These information shown here are for OOC usage ONLY!!!
I will put the backgroundstory and other important information under an LJ-cut to save space.
*wave*
terra
Profil:
Age: ca. 600 years old (body of an eighteen year old guy)
Race: full demon
Gender: male
Powers: mind manipulation (that power he/they will only use for his/their work) and realistic illusions (in the head of the victims, alternatively he/they show the victims what they want to see in front of them, meaning the victim doesn´t see Saralegui but the person they desire)
Special skill: Sword dance, play the flute to calm people down, skilled in swordplay
Issus: against boredom
Background Story:
A long time ago there was a kingdom with the name Shimaron. It was blessed by the Gods and Goddesses alike. The rulers were descendants of an old demon bloodline and powerful in their doing.
At one time it happened that the current Queen Samarela gave birth to a pair of male twins. It was prophesied that those two boys would play a great role in Shimaron´s future. The small royal family were happy about their new family members and the kingdom had prepared a week long celebration to welcome the new heirs of the throne of Shimaron.
Nobody could have foreseen that a great tragedy would be occur at the first night of the twins´ life as they lay there together in their shared cradle. As fate willed Taralegui didn't live through his first night in the new world outside of their mother´s womb.
The royal nanny awoke because of the endless and desperate crying of one of the twins. She walked up to the nice carved cradle and found one of the boys wide awake while the other one laid still, too still. She checked up on the second boy and found that the boy was dead. The King and Queen were informed immediately and they hurried to their sons´ side.
Saralegui, the older one of the twins, was crying and nothing could calm him down. The healer shook his head and informed the royal couple that nothing could be done to save Taralegui.
Queen Samarela was out of her mind as she cried over her death son´s body, which she held in her arms. Her husband was to shocked to do anything more then to stand there with one hand on his wife's shoulder.
The room was silent except for the crying of Saralegui and his mother.
Then the high priestess of the goddess of life and death walked into the room. She was an old woman with many centuries on her shoulders. She also was the priestess who had predict the birth of these two boys a long time ago. Ulrike touched Saralegui´s cheek and the boy calmed down instantaneous as he felt her power flowing through his body. Intelligent and beautiful purple eyes looked up to the wise woman, a small smile played around the baby´s lips.
„My Queen, Taralegui´s life isn´t lost yet. As the divination says, those two children will be the future of our kingdom and the bringer of an new area. They are an item which can´t be separated no matter what happens."
Queen Samarela pressed the dead body of Taralegui to her breasts. „What are you saying? That my son can be saved? What should we do?"
The priestess looked down at the lifeless body of the younger twin. She saw with her wise eyes an extremely strong bond which was linked to the still living twin-brother. That bond was the reason why Taralegui´s soul was still there with the hope to save the newborn baby.
„His soul is still here, chained to his brother life force. Even if the body is lost for us to use as a vessel, we have still Saralegui´s body for that. He is strong enough to contain two souls."
The Queen and her husband were shocked as they heard Ulrike´s suggestion. „What are you talking about?! How can you suggest something like that? It´s unheard of any person, where someone tried to merge two souls together, that they lived through that ordeal." The king nearly shouted, he didn´t want to lose his second son too because of a crazy idea of that old woman.
Ulrike, the high priestess of the goddess Samana, who stood for Life and Death alike, looked calmly in the King´s eyes. „The goddess herself has blessed these boys and they need to live. Both!" She turned around to look at the Queen. „But you´re right there is a catch to that suggestion of mine. We will need a sacrifice to transfer the soul into Saralegui´s body and bind it there without destroying the other twins soul and sanity. They need to become one."
Awkward silent followed to that announcement until the queen spoke up. „I will do it, take me as a sacrifice."
The priestess had foreseen that answer too and nodded to the strong woman in front of her. After that everything was only a blur of hurry and preparations.
After the night was over the kingdom had a new heir to welcome and at the same time a death to mourn for. The death of a Queen named Samarela.
Now many centuries later that tragic story was only a part in the history books of New Shimaron.
A young man leaned back in a casual sprawl, one arm across the bunch of cushions, legs wide and feet flexed loosely downward. He was bored as he pretended to listen with a sweet smile on his lips to the words of their new suitor. Inwardly he had a heated discussion with the other occupant of his body.
"Taralegui! It´s my time to be in charge of our body!! How often should I tell you not to use my meditation time to switch our positions??" Saralegui said irritated. "Awww, I love it if you are so feisty my dear brother! But don´t worry, I won´t do anything which could damage our lovely reputation. And we don´t want that priestess to find out that we can actually switch our positions at will, do we?" And so it went on.
The demon ruler, who was one person with two souls had two faces to show the world. One was a friendly and caring personality. The second one was naughty, sly, easily bored and sometimes even a bit cruel.
Every 200 years there was a ceremony where they would switch their places, then one of them would be officially in charge of the throne and their shared body and the name of the current ruling twin would be called out. The other soul would work as an inwardly adviser and aide. At the moment it was Saralegui´s time to rule over their country, which didn´t prevent his twin from doing some mischief if he got the chance to do it.
The people of their country loved both individuals in their king´s body. Even though both were like day and night or rather like death and life. Needlessly to say that for a foreigner the surprisingly young looking king seemed to be schizophrenically.